alone, to me.
is being in the midst of a rushing crowd.
and knowing that not one of them can empathize with the inner torrents of my mind.


i will get to the point.
where i can handle and deliver "Stormy Monday".


I strayed far in summer.
From the long, narrow way.
In the distance, wonders unfold.
Warm meadows in autumn.
Inspiration each day.
With dreams of red and gold.


All I've to do is turn and look to You.
It is there that I find my peace.
I've been here before.
Maybe once, twice or more.
It is here where my soul feels at ease.


Lost in the winter.
Desperation in tow.
Everywhere I turn, I see the same shades of white.
Until I decided.
I will struggle no more.
Not by my strength, but by His might.


All I've to do is turn and look to You.
It is there that I find my peace.
I've been here before.
Maybe once, twice or more.
It is here where my soul feels at ease.


At last, its springtime.
Hear the songs of the sun.
And this vast horizon I see.
But this time I'm certain.
My Shepherd I'll follow.
From this day to eternity.


Stay here a while.
'Neath the beautiful sky.
Close your eyes, feel the sway of the breeze.
I've been here before.
Maybe once, twice or more.
This is where I'm finally at ease.

perfection at 7:17 PM